Before I get back to the story I started a couple of months back I thought I might address some of the comments I've received on the first story. Yes, it is possible to go to nude beaches and never see anything sexual happen, much less a story like my last. However, any nude beach regular will tell you that there can be nothing more than volleyball games going on for days, even weeks at a time. Then one day more things happen involving sex with more people than can be imagined, much less seen by everyone there in an hour or less. If you've never gotten lucky I'm sorry, but it doesn't mean things really don't happen-show up regularly, keep your eyes open, and cruise around a little more.
Yes, there were nude surfers (two girls actually), but this was about ten years ago. At the end of the story when I mentioned that I still enjoyed seeing well hung men nude, I didn't mean for anyone to send me images, I meant if you're lucky enough to run into me at a beach. Yes, I am back in Texas and still make it to Hippie Hollow once or twice a year. The image was from Hippie Hollow maybe seven years ago glad you enjoyed it. If you can take the time to write nice comments at least take the time to vote too. Now back to my story.
As I neared the turn off to the beach I was already anticipating an exciting sexual day. I parked as close to the wooden stairs as I could. I collected a few necessities sunscreen, small ice chest, baby oil, you know the necessities for beach (and sex). The towel I was wearing allowed me to reveal as much or little as I wished. During the walk down I stopped at several of the landings and "rested". Actually, I was watching for guys coming up the steps and if they paid any attention I'd get into a position that gave them a glance at my naked body under the towel. I was getting a feeling of power as guys would do double takes, or their jaw would drop open just by my holding the towel this way, or not holding it as the wind caught it. When I reached the bottom I turned right and started up the beach.
As soon as I saw my first naked person I stopped and removed my towel. I just put it over my shoulder stood and enjoyed the view. I was aiming for the area I had gone with Dave before, and it was still quite a walk. I took advantage flirting with any guy interested and if he was well equipped inviting him to wander down the beach later to see me. The reason I went down toward the other end was because the walk up the cliff face was easier there and at the top the vegetation provided some cover if (when) I decided to fool around.
I was soon there and laid out my stuff. I didn't want to be too near the water. I like being back where the cliff rises, sometimes there are undulations in the land or rocks that can give a little cover or shade. It also comes in handy if I want to keep something I'm doing from other beach goers nearby. I prefer having some single guys around. As I sat rubbing sunscreen all over myself a couple of guys were already giving me the eye.
I looked between their legs and turned toward the guy with the largest cock and took out the baby oil and started going over my inner thighs. When I got to my sexy slit I opened my legs up so he had a real good look and paid a lot of attention to this most sensitive area of my body. I left no doubt about what I was doing as I rubbed the nub of my clit till I was tingling all over. Since I was wearing shades I could look up and see if anything I was doing was having an effect on my target. Sure enough his prick had sprung to life. He pulled one leg up and reached through the opening he'd created to surreptitiously fondle his dick as he watched my little exhibition. This was just too easy. As I watched he lengthened out to at least nine fine inches.